Some carvings are a lot more interesting than our Ringstone. Ireland, for example has the highest frequency of sheela-na-gigs in the World. Here are six:
Yes, they are a bit fuzzy and pixellated, but that's because I have readers in Namibia and Cloughjordan who have band-width issues. Even when they were created, the shockin' fuzz had to be imagined rather than explicitly represented in stone. And, to be honest, nobody has a clue about their original function. Heck there isn't even consensus about the derivation of the name, which was first written down by the Ordnance Survey in 1840, capturing a local name for an example of the genre on Kiltinan Castle in Co. Tipp. Indeed that S-na-G, its theft and its replication, is the subject of the RTE documentary cited above. Could be Sighle na gCíoch / Síle na gCíoċ [hag of the breasts] or Síle ina Giob [Cecile on her hunkers].
The distribution mostly in The Pale, few in Hell or to Connaught, and their location almost always in the fabric of buildings of the Anglo-Norman era, suggests that the idea was a continental import. The 'hideous' features designed to discourage an interest in what is being predominantly displayed. That might be a much later Calvinist / Irish-Catholic interpretation from a time when sex was sin rather than fun. Feminist revisionists have floated the idea that the carvings predate the Anglo-Normans, indeed pre-date Christianity and are best interpreted as a Joy-of-Sex Earth Mother. I think I'm with the Come-on-in-Lads school.
The GoTo site for info on Irish Silés. A previously unrecorded example turned up this April "somewhere in Ireland".
Time for ee cummings.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.- i like what it does,
i like its hows.- i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, - i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowing stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
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